"Just married" and more importantly "Just
started to cook". Absent minded , more often my state of mind nowadays and
I touched the red hot pan with my naked fingers. The roasting of my skin
accompanied by the excruciating pain reminded me of no-one else but my mother.
She is the one who has been bearing this for countless years to satiate our
taste buds with heavenly manna that she cooks. One thing I realized for sure,
in that furtive moment of pain, is that a homemaker's job is truly a thankless
job. A job that needs utmost patience, ultimate endurance , absolute perfection
and definitely no expectations often goes un-rewarded and unnoticed. Forbearing
our endless tantrums in taste she successfully brings on plate the most
palatable bite, even today. But how many times do we thank our maa for the food
she serves , may be once in infinite times. Subtle or loud, shouldn’t we thank
her more often? We don't because her bond does not demand that.
The burn mark on my finger , is now a vestige of that
enlightening moment. And everytime I feel it, I quietly thank my maa in my
heart.
